Disclaimer: I have written to Santa and been good so fingers crossed I get ownership of CSI…….. what no not even a DVD I'm writing to someone higher up…now whose higher up than Santa….anyone got the address for God?
Summery: It's Christmas so it's only tradition to have a party, the CSI's probably should have waited until after shift though…CSI's and drink, what fun.
Thanks to my beta Robyn…you're a star.
December the twenty third"I can not believe we are stuck doing this," sighed Sara slamming a pile of paper down on the table in front of Greg
"This isn't fair. Just because we maxed out on overtime," said Greg resembling a small whining child as he did.
"Again," interrupted Sara suddenly becoming the voice of reason.
"We should be praised for commitment, but no. Instead Warrick, Nick and Grissom get a double murder and we get this," he flicked through some pages of paper.
"When did you take on my role? And it could be worse. We could be at court like Cath," Sara pointed out.
"You are my mentor," smiled Greg putting his hands together and bowing his head. "This place is dead. Everyone's on Christmas vacation and we're not even having a party," rambled Greg waving his arms for extra effect.
"We could go out somewhere after shift," suggested Sara scribbling on some paper that she had already covered in doodles.
"We could but that will be morning and Christmas Eve," sighed Greg. "How about we have one now? Ecklie's got that meeting with the sheriff. He'll be away. We can decorate the place and get some drinks. It will be great," Greg was up and practically at the shop by the time he'd finished speaking.
"A party? Here?" asked Sara looking sceptical. "Remember this is work. Someone might have something to say."
"Come on. It will be fun. We never let loose anymore," pleaded Greg flashing his puppy dog eyes. "Grissom can't veto it this way. Cath, Warrick and Nick will all be up for it. We can surprise them. Cath will be back from court before shifts over and with us helping swing we'll have plenty of time to party," he said throwing Sara her coat as he headed for the door.
"And when we have to work?" said Sara still not moving.
"Technically were only helping from three a.m. so only they have to work. Short of a mass murder we're safe," smiled Greg trying to stare Sara out.
"Okay," smiled Sara as Greg threw his hands up in celebration.
"Lets go before you change your mind," he said grabbing her arm and dragging her out the room.
Greg had finally chosen which shop to get the Christmas decorations from after Sara refused to go in several of the tackier shops; they were now in Christmas land.
"It's like a mini strip in here," said Sara turning around and prodding some fairy lights. Suddenly the plastic snowman next to them started wiggling and singing. "Argh," Sara shouted and stepping back into Greg who burst in hysterical laughter at her.
"Did the bad snowman scare you?" mocked Greg as the assistant looked at them slightly annoyed; after all they had probably spent the past month listening to that snowman sing 'Rudolph the red nosed reindeer'.
"How much tinsel?" asked Sara looking at Greg's arms that were full of every colour tinsel imaginable
"It's three for two on everything and I won fifty big ones from Hodges the other day. It's my contribution to the party," smiled Greg. "We'll just split the money for the booze and get everyone else to pitch in," smiled Greg tossing the tinsel in a basket.
"Oh, we need hats," smiled Greg picking up some triangular red hats that had bells trees and 'Merry Christmas' written on them.
"Crackers," said Sara picking up a box getting in the spirit, 'if you can't beat them join them' and she wasn't about to beat Greg. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to. She was actually having fun.
Greg was in a corner of the store where there were costumes and coloured hair spray. He picked up a blue and pink and hid them in the bottom of the basket so Sara wouldn't see.
"So Sara. Do I look like Grissom?" asked Greg causing Sara to turn around from the baubles she was examining. He was standing wearing a fake Santa beard stroking it with three fingers and grinning wildly.
"Grissom looks more manly with a beard," replied Sara casually.
"So you liked the beard?" questioned Greg trying to gain a timeline out of Sara.
"It's was okay; I preferred shaving it," she announced turning back to the baubles to the astonishment of Greg. After a couple of seconds of standing with his mouth agape he realised Sara wasn't going to elaborate.
"Are you trying to say this doesn't make me look manly?" asked Greg mock hurt.
"More old man or paedophile," smiled Sara as Greg pulled the beard off.
"Oh, I think you should have this," laughed Greg picking up a velvet Santa hat and pulling it down over Sara's head before she had time to move. "And wear nothing but suspenders with it," he added. "Grissom might enjoy it."
"Wasn't that one of your dreams?" smiled Sara taking the hat off as Greg placed some antlers on a headband over his spiky hair.
"Yes, but Catherine was wearing it too and oddly enough so was Warrick. But that's a whole different story," smiled Greg picking up a headdress with a tinsel halo attached to a white headband and waving it at Sara.
"Perfect for you I think," he smiled advancing on Sara with it.
"Not without beer," warned Sara backing off. Greg grinned mischievously at the brunette as she looked for a way out.
"Come on Sara. Get in the festive spirit," he grinned holding them out. "I'll keep my antlers on until we get back to the lab if you wear this halo," bargained Greg. Sara thought for a minute. The sight of Greg's spiky hair adorned by antlers complete with bells that jingled every time he moved was amusing. She reached out and took the headband, sticking out the top was a piece of wire covered in silver tinsel going in a circle, then she placed it on her head leaving two trails of dark brown hair cascading down in front and Greg smiling happily.
"If the angels in my school nativity were that hot I would have auditioned for a bigger part," smiled Greg making Sara blush slightly as they approached the till where the assistant didn't look phased by the strange behaviour; even for Vegas standards.
"Oh look at the tree," cried Sara suddenly grabbing Greg's arm and pointing to a small black tree with multi coloured fibre optic lights going around it.
"Twenty dollars. Not bad. Go get one, we can get it out each year," smiled Greg glad to see Sara having fun.
"By the way Greg, what were you in the nativity?" asked Sara coming back with a box.
"A sheep. I had to wear paper ears and my socks on my hands; I waned to be a Shepard. You?" he asked quizzically.
"I sung in the choir," replied Sara monotone.
"You mean you didn't want to be in it," Greg corrected her as he handed the assistant the basket and tree.
"You spent over thirty dollars you get a free Christmas CD," announced the clerk shoving it in the box.
"Acting wasn't really my thing," finished Sara as their bits were thrown haphazardly into three boxes.
"I always think I would be good on stage," said Greg doing some jazz hands and not even getting a blink from the assistant causing Sara to wonder what sort of people shopped in here for that not to phase them.
"Just pay the man Greg," said Sara picking the boxes up and leaving.
Sara was beginning to think wearing an angels halo out in public wasn't such a good idea. At least not before she was drunk. Even in Vegas she was sure she was getting looks as the pair marched through the supermarket.
"People are looking," hissed Sara as she picked up a box of beer while Greg took two bottles of whisky.
"It's our astounding beauty," answered Greg placing another box of beer into Sara's already laden arms.
"Or it maybe its because I have tinsel around my head and you jingle every time you move," hissed Sara smiling at an old lady who looked disapprovingly as they walked by.
"This is Vegas Sara; strange clothes are normal. If we were wearing jeans and t-shirts people would stare," said Greg nodding his head for extra noise as they reached the cash register.
"Started the party already?" asked the young women on the desk as the old lady came up behind mumbling to a friend.
"Believe or not, no," answered Greg as Sara handed him some money.
"Well, I'd have to be drunk to wear them," she said looking at Sara and Greg like their flying sorcerer was waiting outside for them.
"Well, we plan on being drunk soon and by then we probably wont have any clothes on," replied Greg getting strange looks as the muttering from behind hit fever pitch.
"Okay Greg. Lets go," snapped Sara kicking him in the shin and carrying the boxes out. "You're the man aren't you supposed to do the lifting?"
"But you look so much better do it," answered Greg as Sara put the boxes in the back of the car and then opened one taking two beers out.
"I can't drink until we get back. I'm driving," said Greg.
"They're both for me. I need them," said Sara removing her halo then knocking Greg's antlers off. "If anyone sees them the party will be off before it starts," said Sara getting in and buckling in.
"Not with my expert skills. By the time the others get back the break room will be a Santa's grotto complete with music and two drunken co workers singing karaoke," announced Greg.
"You want me to sing? we'll have to start drinking as soon as we get back," announced Sara.
"Well you already have. And anyway, that was my plan. If we're stuck in the lab we might as well have fun," smiled Greg.
TBC ………………………….. encase you didn't notice in my world Sara hasn't left! Please drop me a review.